Only the Second Best
Five notifications, all from the same name:
Reagan De Russo
You forgot my car.
Are you at the studio?
If you leave the Aston parked like that, it’ll make the news.
You really not gonna answer me?
Tara.
I stared at the messages, unreadable. The phone buzzed again, but I turned off the screen before I could see the next one.
“Who’s that?” Geraldo asked.
I looked at him, then slipped the phone under my bag. “My team.”
:::
The ocean in the distance had faded to black, the waves barely visible now, just dark shapes under a shadowy sky. The only sounds were cutlery clinking from a nearby table and the uneven rhythm of my breathing.
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